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I understand that this is new and exciting for you, Mun, and that you're getting very attached to your new fandom, but does this hunt for--what do you call it? Right. "Fanfiction". Do we really need to continue this?

The ideas it's giving you are...worrying.

Stop smiling like that. [:|]

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Right. Well.

And I'll get those boxes moved out of the living room, as well.

[That's...

A little surprising but.

It's...very. Sweet?]

I.

Alright, well.

We have plenty of space for it all, I'm sure. If we just, you know. Shuffle some things around a little.

Space isn't the problem so much as--

You won't mind if I leave experiments on the kitchen table?

Well.

That depends on how likely it is they'll explode when I go for the kettle.

I'll make sure not to run anything that motion-sensitive.

Are they going to contaminate the entire kitchen?

[John is much more amused by this conversation than he has any right to be]

Oh, no, I concluded with poisons, lethal bacteria, and viruses years ago.

[He can't quite contain that little snort of laughter]

Of course you have.

Then, no. I won't mind.

Good.

[He is very pleased by this.]

I think we're going to get along splendidly.

And anything your mundane has to say about it doesn't matter.

My mun seems to be agreeing with you right now, so I think it's a non-issue.

Given those fan stories, I'm not sure that's a good thing.

No, probably not, but it could always be worse.

How.

Well.

As far as I can tell, neither of them want us in constant misery. That's...something.

I'm not so sure about that. It just depends on your definition of misery.

[Open mouth, insert foot.]

[Ouch, Sherlock. Ouch.]

Right, well.

We'll just have to...make sure they keep that in mind.

[He notices there's a reaction, but he doesn't quite get why. (Yet.)]

...As if they ever listen to us.

[John doesn't really want to clarify, so. You might just have to stay in the dark on that one]

They might.

[He will press, eventually. If he doesn't work it out on his own. Which he's working on as he speaks.]

There's no track record of it.

That doesn't mean it won't happen, only that it hasn't been documented yet.

How optimistic of you.

[And John still seems short with him and slightly unhappy. Ugh, feelings, what are they, and why do they have to infiltrate his ~~new best friend~~ flatmate, anyway? What could be possibly be--

Oh. Sherlock's aware of those fanfictions too, you know. And thought thought he meant--

Ah.]

I only meant--

You know. Married to my work, as I said. I rather think anyone attempting to have a relationship with me of the sort depicted in those stories might end up rather miserable.

[It's a shame that the floor can't just open up and swallow him whole, because that would be world's better than having his conversation right now]

--Right. Yes, I. Of course they would, and anyway, I'm not--

It's not an issue, regardless because I don't. I'm not looking for what's in those stories. So.

Good, because some of them are highly disturbing. There was one--

Actually, just. Never mind.

Yes, please not get into how disturbing they are.

[He's still trying to delete enough of it without adding more]

[Oh, yes. Absolutely. ...And yet.]

Fascinating in theory, though.